He adjusted my knickers, gently moved them aside and used his thumb to put pressure on my clit. I felt my body jolt and I clutched onto him even tight...r. I couldn’t even speak, the feeling was that incredible. It was like all my orgasms rolled into one, but we weren’t even there yet. “Inside,” was all I managed to say in the harshest whisper. I guided him towards my opening, my breathing rapid and quick, waiting for that moment of penetration... Then I heard someone calling my name. I muttered. I'd be doing the yardwork and she'd be lying around the pool in a bikini, grinning at me. Not around Stacy, mind you-never around Stacy. But if I were there doing stuff and Stacy wasn't, she'd tease me.I guess she was interested. I also guess she was flattered by my attentions-because I'd stopped trying to hide them. She'd be out in the bikini, and I openly ogled. She didn't seem to mind.And, in hindsight, I guess she was waiting for something-Stacy's departure. Every year, at the end of July,. I had always fancied her but that was it really for all I know my wife was being fucked right now,all of a sudden I shot my load into her mouth, when she finished she said Santa your a big lad and laid on the floor legs wide open, her pussy lips puffed open as she rubbed her soaken wet hole, her clit stood out like a button.I knelt down and started to lick her pussy, it tasted so sweet as I nibbled her clit she moaned with pleasure and I rubbed her opening with my fingers, they where sticky. Glorious. I stopped after about a minute, after giving her fifty or sixty strokes. I was impressed with how she took her lashing, and I was also impressed at how hard my fucking cock was. “Ash, look at me… come on now, look at me.”Still grimacing from the pain, she slowly opened her eyes once she realized I had stopped. Her eyes glassy, they were at the verge of dribbling tears. She sniffed and cleared her throat.“Daddy?” she asked in a voice just above a whisper. “Did I… am I doing okay?”I.